began to describe the back drawing-room, in which he saw a sideboard with glasses, and on the sideboard a singular apparatus, which he described. In fact, this room, although I had not told him so, is used as a dining-room, and has a sideboard, on which stood at that moment glasses; and an apparatus for preparing soda-water, which I had brought from Germany, and which was then quite new in Edinburgh. I then requested him, after he had mentioned some other details, to look at the front room, in which he described two small portraits, most of the furniture, mirrors, ornamental glasses, and the position of the pianoforte, which is very unusual. Being asked whom he saw in the room, he replied, only a lady, whose dress he described, and a boy. This I ascertained to be correct at that time. As it was just possible that this might have been done by thought-reading, although I could detect no trace of any sympathy with me, I then requested Dr. Schmitz to go into another room, and there to do whatever he pleased, while we should try whether the boy could see what he did. Dr. Schmitz took with him his son; and when the sleeper was asked to look into the other room, he began to laugh, and said that Theodore (Dr. Schmitz's son) was a funny boy, and was gesticulating in a particular way with his arms, while Dr. Schmitz stood looking on. He then said that Theodore had left the room, and after a while that he had returned; then that Theodore was jumping about; and, being asked about Dr. Schmitz, declined more than once to say, not liking to tell, as he said, but at last told us that he also was jumping about. Lastly, he said Dr. Schmitz was beating his son, not with a stick, although he saw a stick in the room, but with a roll of paper. All this did not occupy more than seven or eight minutes; and when Dr. Schmitz returned, I at once gave him the above account of his proceedings, which he, much astonished, declared to be correct in every particular. Here thought-reading was absolutely impossible; for neither I, nor any one present, had the least idea of what Dr. Schmitz was to do; nor, indeed, had Dr. Schmitz himself, till I suggested it, known that such an experiment was to be tried. I am, therefore, perfectly satisfied that the boy actually saw what was done; for to suppose that he had guessed it appears to me a great deal more wonderful." Major Buckley is an amateur magnetist of great activity, with some peculiarities of practice, which need not be dwelt upon. He has brought 142 persons, almost all of the upper classes, into a state of lucidity. A favorite experiment with him is to cause gentlemen to purchase a quantity of those nuts which are to be had in confectioners' shops, having mottoes enclosed, and to bring these to his patient, who will read the motto within. He has had forty-four persons capable of performing this feat. "The longest motto read by any of them was one containing ninety-eight words. Many subjects will read motto after motto without one mistake. In this way the mottoes contained in 4860 nutshells have been read." "Sir T. Willshire took home with him a nest of boxes belonging to Major Buckley, and placed in the inner box a slip of paper, on which he had written a word. Some days later he brought back the boxes, sealed up in paper, and asked one of Major Buckley's clairvoyants to read the word. Major Buckley made passes over the boxes, when she said she saw the word 'Concert.' Sir T. Willshire declared that she was right as to the first and last letters, but that the word was different. She persisted, when he told her that the word was Correct.' But on opening the boxes, the word proved to be 'Concert.' This case is very remarkable; for, had the clairvoyant read the word by thought-reading, she would have read it according to the belief of Sir T. Willshire, who had either intended to write 'correct,' or, in the interval, forgot that he had written concert,' but certainly believed the former to be the word." Dr. Gregory publishes a letter from a clergyman, regarding a poor man named James Smith, residing at Whalsey, in Shetland, who has lately been attracting local attention as a clairvoyant. The reverend writer went, full of incredulity, to test the reality of the matter, and, most unexpectedly to himself, was forced to own that there could be no deception in it. "One evening, after he had been thrown into the mesmeric sleep, my friend and fellow-traveller asked him to accompany him to a certain place which he was thinking of, but the name or locality of which he did not mention, nor in the least hint at. The clairvoyant described the house, first the outside, with big trees' round it, then several rooms in the interior; and, being directed to enter a particular apartment, which was indicated to him by its position, he described the appearance and occupation of a gentleman and two ladies who were in it; declared that he saw a picture over the mantelpiece; and, being further questioned, deponed that it was the picture of a man, and that there was a name below it; and being urged to read the name, after experiencing some difficulty with the penmanship, he affirmed that the last word of the name was Wood, which he slowly but correctly spelt. The house was near Edinburgh; and when we came to compare notes, on our return from Shetland, we found that the description of the individuals in the room at the time had been quite correct; and we saw over the mantelpiece a print of the Rev. J. J. Wood, of Dumfries, with his name written below." The narrator continues-" He went in search of Sir John Franklin, and found the ships Erebus and Terror, spelling the name of each on the stern of the vessel. I am sorry now that I did not make such full and explicit inquiries upon this subject as its importance, and the interest attaching to it, deserve; or as it would have been proper to institute, in order to compare the statements of this clairvoyant with those of others. During the time when I had him in hand, my experiments were almost entirely of a kind which were fitted to be conclusive upon the spot. However, I heard him declare that the Erebus was fast locked up; that those on board were alive, but in low spirits; and that, in answer to his inquiries, they said that they had little hope of making their escape. He affirmed that there was water for a certain distance round the Terror, but that she was not clear of the ice. Of course I gave no opinion as to the correctness of these revelations. The date when they were made was about the 22d of August, 1850. When sent to these northern regions, and as long as he was kept there, he appeared to be shivering with cold, and declared the cold to be intense." A clairvoyant girl, of humble grade, under the care of Dr. Haddock, of Leeds, (her name is given as E-,) who has been remarkably successful in many cases where a test was applicable, had a specimen of the handwriting of Sir John Franklin submitted to her in the course of the winter before last. She found the unfortunate navigator in one of two vessels, fixed in ice, and surrounded with The reader will appreciate the degree of confi walls of snow. "She described," says Professor | same time, from Captain Austin's writing, which Gregory, "the dress, mode of life, food, &c., of has also been frequently tried, she gave for him the the crews. She saw and described Sir John, and longitude of 95° 45′ W. She does not know whose said that he still hoped to get out, but was much ship it is, that, according to her, has met with surprised that no vessels had come to assist him. Franklin, but she still speaks of three ships toShe frequently spoke of his occupations, and when gether. I should add, that when E- has been asked the time of day, found it either by looking at sent there at such an hour and season that it was a timepiece in the cabin, or by consulting Sir John's night in those latitudes, she has quite spontaneouswatch. During the winter and spring of 1849–50, ly described the aurora borealis, which she once and part of the summer of 1850, she uniformly in- saw, as an arch, rising as if from the ground at one dicated the same difference of time, which I cannot end, and descending to it again at the other. From at present give precisely, but which was nearly this arch colored streamers rose upwards, and some seven hours. At whatever hour she was magnet- of these curved backwards. She was much surized and sent there, she always made the same prised and delighted with it, and asked if that was difference. Nay more, when the time there was the country the rainbow came from. She had nine or ten A. M., (four or five P. M. at Bolton,) she never been told anything whatever about the aurora, would say that such was the hour, but that it was and knows nothing of it." still dark, and lights were burning in the early part of summer. Now, it is quite absurd to sup-dence which a believer in clairvoyance will repose pose that this totally uneducated girl has any notion in this interesting vaticination, when he learns of the relation of longitude to time, or of the dif- what is said to have been accomplished in other ference between an arctic day and one in our lati- cases by E- Having been shown the handtude. E- also, being shown the handwriting writing of a Mr. W. Willey, and his friend Mr. of several of the officers of the expedition, found Morgan, who were travelling in California, she and described them. One was dead, (shelled as gave an account, which was found to be quite corshe said, when she was asked.) Another, at a rect, of their persons and occupations, and of later period, was dangerously frostbitten, but re- various occurrences connected with them. She covered. She said, that in one of the ships the described Mr. Morgan as ill of a fever, and as provisions were exhausted, but that the other con- having had a dream regarding his wife coming to tained provisions. She described the fish, seals, see him. She also said that he had fallen overand other animals hunted and killed for food and board, All of these particulars, and many others, oil by the crews. Of, or rather to, one officer she though quite unknown at the time in England, said that he was the doctor, although not dressed proved true. Sir Walter C. Trevelyan, Baronet, like a doctor, but, like the rest, in skins; that he having received a letter from a lady in London, in was a first-rate shot, and was fond of killing animals" which the loss of a gold watch, supposed to have to preserve them. (This is really the case with been stolen, was mentioned, sent the letter to Dr. Mr. Goodsir, whose writing she was then examin-Haddock, to see whether E- could trace the ing.) She added a multitude of curious details, watch. She very soon saw the lady, and described for which I have no space, and they will no doubt be published by Dr. Haddock. But I may mention, that on a Sunday afternoon, in February, 1850, she said it was about ten A. M. there, and described the captain (Sir John) as reading prayers to the crew, who knelt in a circle, with their faces upwards, looking to him, and appearing very sorrowful. She even named the chapter of St. Mark's gospel which he read on that occasion. She also spoke, on one occasion, of Sir John as dejected, which he was not before, and said that the men tried to cheer him up. She further spoke of their burning coarse oil and fish refuse for warmth, and drinking a finer oil for the same purpose. All this time she continued to give the same difference of time, from which the longitude might be calculated. This time, seven hours, or nearly, from Bolton, gives a west longitude of about 100° to 115°, which corresponds very well with the probable position of Sir John. But, at a later period, all of a sudden she gave a difference of time of somewhere between six and seven hours, indicating that the ships had moved eastward. She was not, after this, quite so uniform in the difference of time as before, and seemed not to see it so clearly; but she persisted that they had moved homeward: and, if we take about 6 hours as the later difference, this would indicate a longitude of about 97° 30′ W. After this change she also said that Sir John had been met and relieved, and has always since then seen three ships, which, for a long time past, are said by her to be frozen up together. The last observation of which I have heard, 17th February, 1851, gave a longitude of 101° 45′ W. At the VOL. XXX. 5 her accurately. She also described minutely the had persons concerned, except the lady, so that, even but them she could not be made to see; and they had he been in Bolton, and beside the clairvoyante, were from home, unknown to the clairvoyante. thought-reading was out of the question. I have seen, in the possession of Sir Walter, all the letters which passed, and I consider the case as demonstrating the existence of sympathetic clairvoyance at a great distance." It chances, that while this article was in preparation, we received a communication containing an account of a domestic experiment in clairvoyance, performed under the care of a gentleman previously incredulous, but who is now converted to a different way of thinking. It is not of uncommon interest in itself; perhaps it rather falls below the average in this respect; but it has an important feature in being reported by a gentleman perfectly known to us, and who is also pretty generally known throughout a large district in the south of Scotland as a man of probity, and by no means of a facile characWe therefore append it : ter. manse. "Cleuchfoot, April 21, 1851. "A young lady, Miss M―, being here on a visit, was put into a mesmeric trance by a young gentleman, Mr. W— son of my worthy friend, a clergyman of the established church. Mr. Wthen asked the young lady to accompany him to the To this she at first objected, on the ground of not being acquainted. This scruple being got over, they entered a carriage, and drove off. Mr. W- then said, You are in the manse diningroom; look round, and tell us what you see. She replied, I see the minister sitting in an armchair by the fire, and doing nothing.' She was then asked if she saw any other person in the room -she said, 'I see Mrs. A- sitting sewing at the end window.' Asked color of the seam-she said, White.' Saw no other person in the room. Looked round again, and said, Mrs. A had left the room.' Then asked if she saw any paintings in the room-she said, ' Three.' Mr. Wsaid, Look round again; when she said, I see other two-five in all.' She said she saw the portraits of a lady and gentleman above the fireplace. Asked to read the name-she said, 'The duke.' Asked what duke-she said, Buccleuch.' ་ "She was then asked to read the name at the bottom of another portrait-she said, 'There was a mist before her eyes, she could not read; but it began with G.' Asked the number of windowsshe said, Two.' Asked the color of the windowcurtains-she said, 'Red;' the color of the tablecover in the middle of the room-she said, Red.' Asked if there was a bookcase in the room-she said, Yes; near the end window.' "I wrote down the above answers as they were given, in presence of two other ladies and a gentleman. I rode to the manse next day, in company with Mr. W- (a distance of four miles,) and after a rigorous inquiry, we found the above answers of the clairvoyante accurate to the very letter. "Now here is a case of clairvoyance liable to no possible objection. Collusion, from the character of the parties, is out of the question; and from the circumstances, impossible. The lady had never been in the manse but once when a girl; and when out of the mesmeric state, she had no idea of anything which the house contained. It is worthy of notice that the red table-cover had not been used except for some time that forenoon, and was not on the table next day when we arrived. Miss Mknows that two young ladies lived in the manse, 66 WALTER TOD." Dr. Gregory thinks that the oracles, and many second-sight among ourselves, and the magic mirother of the so-called impostures of antiquitynected with animal magnetism in some of its innuror of Dr. Dee-may yet be explained as consuch a thing as spontaneous clairvoyance amongst merable developments." Assuming that there is us-that is, clairvoyance without the use of external means to bring it on, and perhaps the result of a diseased condition of the nervous system-it is very certain that such a person in early superstitious ages would be looked upon as endowed with supernatural knowledge. To eke it out, or mix it up with imposture, and convert it to the support of a religious system, would also be very natural. If the facts of clairvoyance be ever generally admitted as scientific truths, it will be a curious consideration that such things may be more readily embraced in a superstitious than in a scientific age-science thus appearing as more calculated to limit than to enlarge the bounds of knowledge. The reason is, that science, from its own peculiar methods, tends to create an exclusive favor for things perceptible to the senses, and to set at nought, if not utterly condemn, the whole range of things spiritual. Here we find ourselves on the borders of one of the great questions of our timeone which threatens to lead to serious collisions ere many years go about. But we must refrain from readers even these imperfect illustrations of a speculation. Suffice it that we bring before our curious topic of the day, leaving the candid to inquire, and the egotistic to rest satisfied that they, without any inquiry, know a great deal better how things really stand in respect of animal magnetism than those who, having seen, now believe. A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF DR. JOHNSON.-It is not generally known that Dr. Johnson was a constant attendant at the service in St. Clement Danes Church, in one of the pews of which he had a seat for many years. The circumstance had almost been forgotten, when the present churchwarden, Mr. Spencer, instituted some inquiries, in order that a tablet should be placed in memory of the great lexicographer. The result was, that a correspondence took place between the churchwarden and the Rev. Dr. Croly, which clearly established the fact, that the learned doctor always sat in No. 18 pew in the north gallery, and against the large pillar at the end. The churchone or two other friends, determined that the pillar warden, the late churchwarden, Mr. Spillman, and should bear a testimonial recording the interesting fact; and Dr. Croly was requested to write the inscription. This he cordially agreed to, and on a neat brass tablet, in the place and on the pillar above referred to, will be found the graceful tribute to a great man's memory, from the pen of the eloquent rector of St. Stephen's, Walbrook, Dr. Croly:" In this pew and beside this pillar, for many years attended divine service, the celebrated Dr. Samuel Johnson, the philosopher, the poet, the great lexicographer, the profound moralist and chief writer of his time. Born 1709; died 1781. In the remembrance and honor of the parish of St. Clement Danes have placed this of noble faculties, nobly employed, some inhabitants slight memorial, A. D. 1851." This "slight" but lasting memorial, at the cost of the churchwardens, Mr. Spencer, Mr. Spillman, and one or two others, has just been placed on the great pillar, and the pew and the identical seat occupied by the "profound moralist" are objects of much interest. From Household Words. THE METROPOLITAN PROTECTIVES. of "Household Words." If, after our details of the patience, promptitude, order, vigilance, zeal, and judgment, which watch over the peace of the huge Babylon when she sleeps, the fears of the most apprehensive be not dispelled, we shall have quitted our pillow, and plied our pen in vain! But we have no such distrust. Although the metropolitan police force consists of nineteen superintendents, one hundred and twenty-four inspectors, five hundred and eighty-five sergeants, and four thousand seven hundred and ninety-seven constables, doing duty at twenty-five stations; yet, so uniform is the order of proceeding in all, and so fairly can the description of what is done at one station be taken as a specimen of what is done at the others, that, without further preface, we shall take the reader into custody, and convey him at once to the police station, in Bow Street, Covent Garden. NERVOUS old ladies, dyspeptic half-pay officers, suspicions quidnuncs, plot-dreading diplomatists, and grudging rate-payers, all having the fear of the forthcoming industrial invasion before their eyes, are becoming very anxious respecting the adequate efficiency of the London Police. Horrible rumors are finding their way into most of the clubs; reports are permeating into the tea-parties of suburban dowagers which darkly shadow forth dire mischief and confusion, the most insignificant result whereof is to be (of course) the overthrow of the British Constitution. Conspiracies of a comprehensive character are being hatched in certain back parlors, in certain back streets behind Mr. Cantelo's chicken establishment in Leicester Square. A complicated web of machination is being spun-we have it on the authority of a noble peer-against the integrity of the Austrian empire, at a small coffee-shop in Soho. Prussia is being menaced by twenty-four determined Poles and Honveds in the attics of a cheap restaurateur in the Haymarket. Lots are being cast for the assassination of Louis Napoleon, in the inner parlors of various cigar shops. America, as we learn from that mighty lever of the civilized world, the "New York Weekly Herald" -at whose nod, it is well known, kings tremble on their thrones, and the earth shakes-is of opinion that the time bids fair for a descent of Red Republicans on Manchester. The English policemen have been tampered with, and are suborned. The great Mr. Justice Maule can't find one any-like any other office-inky, dull, and quiet-papers where. In short, the peace of the entire continent of Europe may be considered as already gone. When the various conspiracies now on foot are ripe, the armies of the disaffected of all nations which are to land at the various British ports under pretence of "assisting" at the Great Glass show, are to be privately and confidentially drilled in secret Champs de Mars, and armed with weapons, stealthily abstracted from the Tower of London; The clock points a quarter before nine. One of while the metropolitan police and the guards, both the inspectors takes under his arm a slate, the horse and foot, will fraternize, and (to a man) pre-night's muster roll, and an orderly book. He protend to be fast asleep. A policeman keeping watch and ward at the wicket gives us admission, and we proceed down a long passage into an outer room, where there is a barrack bedstead, on which we observe Police-constable Clark, newly relieved, asleep, and snoring most portentously-a little exhausted, perhaps, by nine hours' constant walking on his beat. In the right-hand corner of this room-which is a bare room, like a guard-house without the drums and muskets-is a dock, a space railed off for prisoners; opposite, a window breast-high, at which an inspector always presides, day and night, to hear charges. Passing by a corner-door into his office on the other side of this window, we find it much stuck against the walls-perfect library of old charges on shelves overhead-stools and desks-a hall-porter's chair, little used-gaslights-firesober clock. At one desk stands a policeman, duly coated and caped, looking stiffly over his glazed stock at a handbill he is copying. Two inspectors sit near, working away at a great rate with noisy pens that sound like little rattles. ceeds to the yard. The gas jet, shining from the office through its window, and a couple of street lamps indistinctly light the place. Neither have our prudent prophets omitted to foretell minor disasters. Gangs of burglars from the counties of Surrey, Sussex, and Lancashire, On the appearance of the inspecting officer in the are also to fraternize in London, and to " rifle, mob, yard, and at the sound of the word "Attention!" and plunder," as uninterruptedly as if every man's about seventy white faces, peering out above half-ahouse were a mere Castle of Andalusia. Pick-dozen parallel lines of dark figures, fall into milipockets-not in single spies, but in whole battalions are to arrive from Paris and Vienna, and are to fall into compact organization (through the medium of interpreters) with the united swell-mobs of London, Liverpool, and Manchester! In short, it would appear that no words can express our fearful condition, so well as Mr. Croaker's in "The Good-Natured Man." "I am so frightened," says he, "that I scarce know whether I sit, stand, or go. Perhaps at this moment I am treading on lighted matches, blazing brimstone, and barrels of gunpowder. They are preparing to blow me up into the clouds. Murder! We shall be all burnt in our beds!" Now, to the end that the prophets and their disciples may rest quietly in their beds, we have benevolently abandoned our own bed for some three nights or so, in order to report the results of personal inquiry into the condition and system of the protective police of the metropolis :-the detective police has been already described in the first volume tary ranks in " open order." A man from each section-a sergeant-comes forward to form the staff of the commanding officer. The roll is called over, and certain men are told off as a reserve, to remain at the station for any exigencies that may arise. The book is then opened, and the inspector reads aloud a series of warnings. P. C. John Jones, J., No. 202, was discovered drunk on duty on such a day, and dismissed the force. Serjeant Jenkins did not report that a robbery had been complained of in such a street, and is suspended for a month. The whole division are then enlightened as to the names, addresses, ages, and heights of all persons who have been "missing" from a radius of fifteen miles from Charing Cross (the police definition of the metropolis) since the previous night; as to the colors of their hair, eyes, and clothes; as to the cut of their coats, the fashion and material of their gowns, the shape of their hats or bonnets, and the make of their boots. So minute and definite are all these personal descriptions, that a P. C (the official ellipsis for Police Constable) must be very sleepy, or unusually dull of observation, if, in the event of his meeting with any of these missing individuals, he does not put them in train of restoration to their anxious friends. Lost articles of property are then enumerated and described with equal exactness. When we reflect that the same routine is being performed at the same moment at the head of every police regiment or division in the metropolis, it seems extraordinary how any thing or person can be lost in London. Among the trifles enumerated as "found," are a horse and cart, a small dog, a brooch, a baby, and a firkin of butter. Emotion is no part of a policeman's duty. If felt, it must be suppressed: he listens as stolidly to the following account of the baby, as to the history of the horse and cart, the little dog, the brooch, and the butter. S. DIVISION. Found, at eight and a quarter P. M., on the 2nd instant, by [a gentleman named], of Bayham Street, Camden Town, on the step of his door, the body of a new-born Infant, tied up in a Holland Bag. Had on a Calico Bedgown and Muslin Cap, trimmed with Satin Ribbon. Also a Note, stating, "Any one who finds this precious burthen, pay him the last duties which a Mother-much in distress and trouble of mind-is unable to do. May the blessing of God be on you!" The book is closed. The mother, "much in distress and trouble of mind," is shut up with it; and the inspector proceeds to make his inspection. He marches past each rank. The men, one by one, produce their kit; consisting of lantern, rattle, and staff. He sees that each man is clean and properly provided for the duties of the night. Returning to his former station amidst the sergeants, he gives the word "Close up!" The men now form a compact body, and the sergeants take their stand at the head of their respective ranks. But, before this efficient body of troops deploy to their various beats, they are addressed by the superior officer much as a colonel harangues his regiment before going into action. The inspector's speech-sharp and pithily delivered is something to this effect: (or for whom that name will do in this place as well as another,) presents himself at the half-open window to complain of a gentleman now present, who is stricken in years, bald, well dressed, staid in countenance, respectable in appearance, and exceedingly drunk. He gazes at his accuser from behind the dock, with lack-lustre penitence, as that gentleman elaborates his grievance to the patient inspector; who, out of a tangle of digressions and innuendoes dashed with sparkling scraps of clubroom oratory, extracts-not without difficulty-the substance of the complaint, and reduces it to a charge of "drunk and disorderly." The culprit, it seems, not half an hour ago-purely by accident found his way into Craven street, Strand. Though there are upwards of forty doors in Craven street, he would kick, and thump, and batter the complainant's door. No other door would do. The complainant don't know why; the delinquent don't know why; nobody knows why. No entreaty, no expostulation, no threat, could induce him to transfer his favors to any other door in the neighborhood. He was a perfect stranger to Mr. Spills; yet, when Mr. Spills presented himself at the gate of his castle, in answer to the thundering summons, the prisoner insisted on finishing the evening at the domestic supper-table of the Spills family. Finally, the prisoner emphasized his claim on Mr. Spills' hospitality by striking Mr. Spills on the mouth. This led to his being immediately handed over to the custody of a P. C. The defendant answers the usual questions, as to name and condition, with a drowsy indifference peculiar to the muddled. But, when the inspector asks his age, a faint ray of his spirit shines through him. What is that to the police? Have they anything to do with the census? They may lock him up, fine him, put him in jail, work him on the tread-mill, if they like. All this is in their power; he knows the law well enough, sir; but they can't make him tell his age-and he won't-won't do it, sir!-At length, after having been mildly pressed, and cross-examined, and coaxed, he passes his fingers through the few gray hairs that fringe his bald head, and suddenly roars: 64 Well, then :-Five-and-twenty!" All the policemen laugh. The prisoner-but now triumphant in his retort-checks himself, endeavors to stand erect, and surveys them with defi ance. 66 "Now, men, I must again beg of you to be very careful in your examination of empty houses. See that the doors are fast; and, if not, search for any persons unlawfully concealed therein. Number nineteen section will allow no destitute parties to herd together under the Adelphi arches. Sec- Have you anything about you, you would like tion number twenty-four will be very particular in us to take care of?" This is the usual apology for insisting on all gentlemen's carriages [it is an searching a drunken prisoner: searches cannot be opera night] keeping the rank, close to the kerb-enforced except in cases of felony. stone, and in cautioning the coachmen not to leave Before the prisoner can answer, one of the retheir horses. Be sure and look sharp after flower- serves eases him of his property. Had his adven girls. Offering flowers for sale is a pretence. tures been produced in print, they could scarcely The girls are either beggars or thieves; but you have been better described than by the following must exercise great caution. You must not inter-articles-a pen-knife, an empty sandwich-box, a fere with them unless you actually hear them asking charity, or see them trying pockets, or engaged in actual theft. The chief thing, however, is the empty houses; thieves get from them into the adjoining premises, and then there's a burglary. -Tention, to the left face, march!" bunch of keys, a bird's-eye handkerchief, a SOVereign, five pence in half-pence, a tooth-pick, and a pocket-book. From his neck is drawn a watchguard, cut through-no watch. When he is sober, he will be questioned as to his loss; a description of the watch, with its The sections march off in Indian file, and the in-maker's name and number, will be extracted from spector returns to his office by one door, while the half-dozen reserves" go into the outer room by another. The former now buttons on his greatcoat; and, after supper, will visit every beat in the division, to see that the men are at their duties. The other inspector remains, to take the charges. A small man, who gives his name, Mr. Spills, him; it will be sent round to every station; and, by this time to-morrow night, every pawnbroker in the metropolis will be asked whether such a watch has been offered as a pledge. Most probably it will be recovered and restored before he has time to get tipsy again-and when he has, he will probably lose it again. |